by Abby Angel
Carter
Ashley’s words hit me like a force of nature. I simply stand there and stare at her for a time, studying her face, trying to figure out if what she’s saying is true. I totally forget that Lola and Chase and the camera crew are all standing around watching and filming what could be the most defining moment of my life.
“Is this true?” I finally ask her, my voice low and controlled.
She nods, her eyes filling with tears.
Then she grabs my hands, gripping them desperately. “There’s more, though, Carter. You have to let me explain.”
I keep my face blank. I don’t know what she’s going to say next, but I have a feeling it will go one of two ways. A make or break kind of thing.
“I’m listening.”
She sighs, and then lifts earnest blue eyes to my face. “When I started this, I was in it for the money. I took a job, initially trying to seduce you. And when that didn’t work—that night at the strip club—Lola upped the stakes. She wanted me to make you fall in love with me. Like I said, that was supposed to send you over the line, make you give in.”
Ash glances at Lola, but I can’t even look at her. Fucking Lola.
“But it quickly became something else for me, Carter. You have to believe me. I don’t care at all about the money now. I haven’t for quite a while. From the beginning, really. Once I got to know you, I knew I couldn’t do it.”
“So why didn’t you quit?” I say gruffly.
She swallows hard, and she looks so distraught that I just want to take her in my arms. But I don’t. She needs to say this. And I need to hear it.
“Because I fell in love with you. I couldn’t walk away from you, even though it started under false pretenses. I needed to be with you. I love you, Carter. I really do. I don’t want the money. I don’t want anything. All I want is to be with you. You’re all that matters. And if a lie is what got me into this situation, I really don’t care because it gave me the opportunity to get to know you. To fall in love with you. And for you to fall in love with me too. None of that was a lie.” She looks up at me again, her gaze almost desperate. “You have to believe me.”
I wait for a long beat before speaking, letting her words sink in for both of us.
“I know.”
Ashley cuts her eyes at me. “You know?”
I nod, a smile breaking across my face for the first time since walking into the room. She’s said everything I hoped she would say. Everything I needed to hear. I know without a doubt that she’s telling the truth. But I had to know.
“I’ve known all along, Ash,” I admit.
She gasps, her hands flying to her mouth. “What?” she shakes her head. “I don’t understand.”
Taking her hands again, I bring them to my lips. “Don’t be mad. I had to know how you really felt. Lola came to me, trying to get the twist of me falling in love to move along. It was perfect for ratings. So she told me what she’d done—that she’d hired you.”
I glance at Lola, still angry at her. I don’t know what her deal is, but I swear she’s angry and resentful that Ash and I have found love. I’m sure it all goes back to her not wanting to pay out my incentive, but I can’t be bothered to give a fuck right now.
Turning back to Ashley, I say, “I was shocked at first. And I’ll admit, a little hurt. But it didn’t add up. I didn’t believe you could fake everything we had. I knew deep down that our love was real. But I had to wait it out. I needed to hear it from you. I knew if you came clean about all this then it would mean that everything you’ve said is true. That you really do love me for me and the money means nothing. Don’t be upset that I didn’t tell you. I just needed to hear it, Ash. And now I have.”
“You have to know that’s true,” she says, so earnest it makes my heart crack. “I do love you, Carter. All of this—everything we’ve had from the very beginning—it’s all real. My love is real.”
I pull her closer to me, so glad that this fucking show is almost over and that Ashley and I can begin our lives together for real. “No, Ash. Our love is real.”
And then I kiss her, ready for everyone to get the fuck out because I’ve waited long enough to claim my woman. No more waiting. Ashley is mine, heart and soul. And I’m going to show her over and over again until I’m sure she knows just how much I love her.
Ashley
How could he possibly have known about my deal with Lola after all of this time? And I’ve been stressing about telling him the truth, the betrayal tearing through me in the worst way, but he’s already forgiven me. All he wanted was to hear it from my mouth, and now that I’ve done that he looks on at me with an intense gaze of passion as I rush to him, our bodies colliding beautifully.
“I want you,” is all I can manage, overcome with emotion and desire.
“Everybody out!” Carter orders, turning to glare at everyone so they understand his level of sincerity.
“Oh, Carter, we’d be happy to film this,” Chase begins, but Carter moves forward, dropping me from his grasp as he physically pushes the crew out of his home.
“It could be an update special. You know the fans love this turn of events. They’ll be happy for an update,” he reasons just before he’s pushed over the threshold, the door slamming behind him.
“Now, where were we?” Carter asks in a low whisper, walking across the room slowly.
“I think you were about to make love to me,” I tap my chin as if I’m thinking deeply about something.
Wrapping me in his arms, Carter lifts me from my feet and I instantly clasp my ankles behind his back, my arms tightly draped over his shoulders as he easily carries me through his impeccably decorated apartment.
As we move through the luxury furnishings I just can’t believe how everything has played out. You couldn’t have paid me to believe that I would end up falling in love with Carter Blaine, the man that women around the world (including myself) have fantasized about regularly. I’m the lucky woman that can finally convince him to part with his precious V-card, and that’s beyond my wildest dreams.
As he carries me through his penthouse apartment, I feel all of the emotions boiling over, knowing we are finally going to experience each other in the best way possible. These past weeks have been torture, but they’ve also allowed me to get to know him in a way I don’t think I would have if we would have been sexually active. It’s already been too distracting knowing we can do with his mouth, the way he owns me without even penetrating my most sensitive spot.
“Where should we start?” Carter asks, a huge grin spread across his face.
“How’s the bedroom?” I ask in a teasing manner.
As he heads to the bedroom, I giggle to myself. I guess it's a bit ironic that I would want such a traditional start to our sexual relationship when everything else about us has been so nontraditional. I just want to focus on feeling him, and pleasing him for our first interaction. My heart rate is racing as we make our way into his bedroom.
“Here we are,” he says softly, gently placing me on my feet.
Turning, I see the passion from deep inside me reflected in his eyes as he looks on, his lips curling on one side to form the smirk I love so much. After all we’ve been through, there feels to be a bit of nerves in the air as we both prepare to finally feel what we’ve been fantasizing about for so long. I’d never even considered that it could fail to live up to my expectation, and that fear makes me a little apprehensive despite my desire.
Everything between us has been so perfect, and I don’t want to ruin it. Carter has just told me that he already knew my deepest secret, so it feels like a bit of a fresh start and I definitely don’t want to mess that up. I can tell from the look on his face that he’s contemplating the same things, after all this is his first time ever.
Walking toward him, I drape my arms over his shoulders, pressing my lips to his and sliding my tongue past his soft full lips. Carter begins walking and I find myself backing up until the bed hits the back of my legs and
I fall onto the cloud-like mattress, my body bouncing slightly after landing.
“Take that off,” Carter says calmly as he stands above me.
Slowly lifting my dress over my head, I watch him remove his clothes with extreme patience, his abs tense while his manhood stands straight, ready for the show. My mouth waters just looking at his member, the tip already glistening with his arousal. My body is heating, my thighs pressing together as I watch him with excitement and anticipation. I want him so bad.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says, barely above a whisper as he looks down his perfectly straight nose at me.
“Says the man built like a Roman sculpture,” I tease and his head falls back, laughter coming deep from his chest.
Slowly, he makes his way to the bed and I stare up at his strong body, watching him lean over me. Falling back to the bed, I inhale deeply and Carter kisses my neck with his masterful tongue. My abdomen clenches in anticipation as his mouth trails down my body, of course stopping at his favorite – my full and heavy breasts.
My chest heaves up and down as he hovers above me, moving his lips from one breast to the other, teasing and tugging with his tongue and teeth. Even though I’ve felt him there before, it all feels new to me because I know it's leading to an experience we’ve never been able to share together. My skin is so sensitive, a bolt of electricity rushing through me with every touch of him.
His lips land on my pussy, as adrenaline builds in waves, deep in my chest, my first orgasm already preparing to take over and he’s barely started. Moving his tongue in circles, he teases my opening, warming me up, and my juices flow for him freely.
“Mmm … you’re so sweet,” he says so low I barely hear him.
My back arches to him, my body melting to his touch just like every other time he’s knelt between my legs, driving me crazy. He feels even better, his mouth moving quickly as he works me over so sweetly.
“Yes, baby, right there,” I moan, pushing my body forward so my clit grazes his mouth.
“Mmm…” he hums with my pussy lips in his mouth, the vibrations intensifying as he slides two fingers inside me.
“Yes!” I moan, my body contorting in delight.
Twisting my body, I direct Carter’s tongue exactly where I want him, his mouth working delicately to excite me. Reaching down, I run my fingers through his hair as his head moves in a wave-like motion, pleasing me with an expert precision.
Just as my orgasm flows out of me, Carter takes my clit in his mouth, sucking gently to extend my climax. I cry out as his teeth graze the epicenter of my pleasure, the sensations overwhelming me as I scream his name.
“Mmm…” he hums as he climbs up my body, his lips glistening with my juices. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I flip him before he can stop me.
“What are you doing?” he asks in a shocked whisper as I crawl down his body.
“I just want a taste,” I explain, pulling my hair to the side so I can focus on his hard cock pointed right at my face.
It’s been too long since I smelled his alluring scent, like nothing else in the world. The only way to describe it is as the aroma of Carter Blaine, and I promise you, if they could bottle it up, it would sell like hotcakes. The perfect blend of rosewood, musk, and a body wash freshness.
He twitches as I inhale deeply, enjoying his scent. I know he’s on high alert, sensitive just as I am, so I take my time teasing him as I run my fingernails along his washboard abs and my nose against his shaft.
I’ve never seen Carter squirm the way he does now, and he gives me a new layer of confidence as I take him into my mouth. A groan falls from his lips as he hits the back of my throat. Wasting no time, I bob my head up and down, twisting my mouth around his throbbing cock to push him towards his release.
“Oh fuck! Slow down, baby,” he growls, but I only speed up, adding my hands into the mix, jerking his base while I suck the head vigorously.
“Ashley, I don’t want to cum in your mouth,” he bites out and I realize this will be the first time he can cum in my pussy, and I know I want to feel him deep inside of me, so I slow down, easing him out of my mouth as he sighs with relief.
Moving back up the bed, I’m tackled when I make my way up, Carter diving on top of me as I shriek in surprise, giggles taking over.
“You’re a little temptress,” he growls, obviously happy I didn’t force him to explode in my mouth, although I desperately wanted to taste his salty release.
“I love tasting you even more than you enjoy me,” I remind him, but he rolls his eyes as if that’s nonsense.
We share a long moment looking into each other’s eyes as Carter positions himself between my legs. Our bodies are craving each other more than ever, but there’s a sweet intimacy between us as we revel in the last minutes of build up after waiting so long for this moment.
I’ve dreamed about Carter Blaine since before he even knew I existed. So many nights were spent pleasuring myself to visions of his rock hard abs, or that mischievous grin. He’s told me how captivated he was by me when he first saw me in the strip club, and I’m still able to remember that night in vivid detail.
It’s all finally happening and I think both of us know things between us will never be the same. Carter has announced on his television show many times before that he would only have sex with the woman he plans to marry, and that memory is not lost on me. I’m hyper aware of what this must mean to him, much more than just a sexual encounter. He wants more from me, and I want to give him everything he could possibly dream of.
With his cock pressing against my opening, I take a deep breath. Carter’s eyes are dark and hooded, I think I’ll remember the look on his face for the rest of my life. It’s a look of contentment and excitement, curiosity and anticipation. Our gaze is only broken when I close my eyes as he sinks into my wet pussy, his cock hard and long as he pushes deep.
“Oh God,” he mumbles, his face buried in my neck as his body pumps into my instinctually.
Driving with a strong force, he tears through my velvety flesh. Nothing about any of our sexual encounters has ever made me feel like Carter was a virgin and this is no different. He is moving his body in a wave, rocking into me like a seasoned professional, as my second orgasm builds quickly.
“You feel amazing, baby,” I moan, my hand on the back of his head while my legs wrap around his midsection, both of my ankles clasping at the small of his back.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans, his body surging into me.
“Only for you, Carter. I’m yours,” I declare, my muscles tight and my mouth salivating as he pounds me just right. He’s already the best experience of my life, but that was to be expected I guess.
“Fuck! You’re so tight and soft,” he groans, his face contorting as he balances himself on his elbows above me.
“I love you, baby,” I moan, gripping him tightly.
“I love you, Ashley. I swear I do,” he promises, our bodies now damp as we both move to meet each other at every thrust, colliding in rhythm and moaning and groaning nonstop.
Reaching up, he holds my hands above my head, and I instantly miss the contact, dying to grip his hair. Without being able to touch him, his pounding is even more severe, the pressure so intense and aggressive. God, it’s just so good. I don’t ever want it to stop.
“Oh, baby! Yes! I’m going to cum!” I yell, my body ready to climax yet again.
“I feel you, baby,” he begins, digging deeper into me with slow long strokes that feel out of this world amazing.
“Yes! Like that, baby! Yes! Carter! Yes!” I yell as the pleasure overflows, and for the first time, my trembling pussy can grip onto that hard, thick cock. It makes the orgasm even better.
“Oh, fuck! You’re squeezing my cock, baby,” he growls while releasing my hands. I quickly wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him into me as tightly as I can manage, as he kisses my neck.
“I got you, baby,” he promises and I let him work me over even more.
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Our bodies are drenched in sweat as we work together, moving from one end of the bed to the next, chasing our pleasure with unparalleled determination. My legs go from wrapped around him, too high in the air, to even being held by him as he rocks into me hard and fast.
When there’s an opportunity for me to get on top, I flip him again, and straddle him before he can object. He’s so deep from this position, but being able to see him while I work to pleasure him is worth the sacrifice. The blanket falls to my side so that there’s just me, in my nakedness before him.
“I love you, Carter,” I whisper as my hips begin to rock back and forth. Raising onto my knees, I lift and lower myself on his monstrous length, keeping a steady pace while massaging my breasts.
Carter watches me with a lustful glare and I know he’s enjoying the show. Occasionally he’ll groan, or close his eye as the pleasure becomes too much. My favorite is when he reaches up to grip my hip, topping from the bottom as he steers me to where he wants me to go.
I absolutely love his control and go wherever he wants me without any pushback. My body is his, and seeing him react to me only makes me want to explode around him again. As if he can read me, always knowing my body better than I do, he lifts to a sitting position, taking my breast into his mouth as I continue to grind on him, taking his length deep inside my velvet.
“You’re gonna cum for me,” he growls and I moan in agreement as the waves in my belly build yet again. He has already dominated me, and now as I try to impress him, he’s flipped the rules as usual, always in control.
Lifting his hips, he meets me as I grind, thrusting deep inside of me in sync with my rhythm. We’re moving as one, our limbs intertwined as we twist in wave in the center of his bed, the sheets in a complete mess. I can’t focus on anything other than the sensations of my climax about to explode.
